Betty (Get Money) Lyrics – Yung Gravy

Betty (Get Money) Lyrics by Yung Gravy is the latest English song lyrics written by Pete Waterman, Mike Stock, Matt Aitken, Rick Astley, Yung Gravy and produced by Nick Seeley, Dillon Francis, ​dwilly.

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Betty (Get Money) Song Details

Song: Betty (Get Money)
Singer: Yung Gravy
Written: Pete Waterman, Mike Stock, Matt Aitken, Rick Astley, Yung Gravy
Producer: Nick Seeley, Dillon Francis, ​dwilly

Betty (Get Money) Lyrics

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
I’ll never let you down, baby
(It’s really Yung Gravy)
Uh, ayy

I’m with your baby mama at the crib, I blow her back out
Shawty Filipino and she call me Manny Pacquiao
Alley Oop without the hoop, they call me Jerry Stackhouse
Gazin’ out in public, but your mama made me snap out
Before I get the dough, I got the morning routine
Wake up bright and early, this some brand new cream
Floss three times, baby, I’m so clean
Gravy got cheese, now that’s poutine (Woah, baby)
Gravy come in hot like I’m hoppin’ off the griddle
Pull up on the kid if you’re tryna get belittled
All the mamas love me, now I think I’m feelin’ brittle
Flex the rainbow, bangin’ like some skittles
Gravy, why you out of pocket? (Out of pocket)
Stop it (No, no)
I’m gettin’ money, Gravy Crocker
Drop it

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough and get money (Get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (Woah), and get money (Gettin’ money, gettin’ money, gettin’ money)

Get money
Probably into the early morning
Or get money
Yeah, I live the fast life (Woah)

Yeah, you know I life the fast live
I don’t got a type, baby, I’m her cash type
Still gettin’ different dance from her past life
I’ll get your daddy’s net worth on a bad night
‘Cause I act right
Yeah, I’m rockin’ Rick, clappin’ ass, leave like the 80s
Never give it up until the reaper come and slay me
Pull up with a Zelda and a peach and her daisy
I be dirty dancin’, now they yellin’ “Gravy, slazy”

Damn, Gravy, you so vicious (Ooh)
You so clean, so delicious
How come you ain’t got no misses?
Count the paper, count the riches

Never take a L no more
Never take a damn thing slow
All I know is chase this dough and get money (Get the money, get the money)
Never gonna take no loss
Never gonna lose my sauce
All I know is chase this (Woah), and get money (Gettin’ money, gettin’ money, gettin’ money)

Get money
Get money, Gravy gettin’ money
Or get money, woah
Get money
Get money, Gravy gettin’ money
Or get money, woah
Disco weapon

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